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As soon as he entered the hospital room, a strong medicinal odor assaulted his nostrils.
The spacious and comfortable ward housed a gaunt woman on the sickbed, appearing to be in her forties, her delicate and beautiful features tinged with an unhealthy pallor. Many tubes were inserted into her body, connecting her to the nearby machines. Her cold and exquisite eyebrows, however, bore some resemblance to Shu Yimo.
Shu Yimo stood rigidly at the bedside for a long time, his eyes growing hot. His hand went limp, and the backpack in it fell to the ground. He bent over with some difficulty, kneeling on one knee at the bedside, his icy hand reaching out to grasp Shu Yan's thin hand, faintly feeling the calluses on it...
